Be Nice to All you Meet (The Walking Dead:Daryl Dixon)

Be Nice to All you Meet

Chapter 1

I walked over to the dead walker I just shot and tried to imagine all the things he has been through. What was his name? Where he came from? Poor guy looked about 30, probably had a wife and children. 

I don’t like to think that I feel bad when I kill a walker because they are obviously trying to kill me. So they deserve it.  But still, they didn’t ask to be turned. Ever since this apocalypse thing happened, I have felt some much different kinds of emotions that I have never felt before. When it started as a small outbreak, that’s what everyone thought; a small outbreak, not a worldwide epidemic that resulted in a zombie apocalypse.

When it started I remember watching it on TV and discussing it with my roommates in our living room. Saying how it may have started from small developed countries that do not have proper sanitary or some mad scientist who wanted to destroy the world. By now, I still have no idea what triggered it.

I was fresh out of college when it started, living on my own with some friends hours and hours away from home. It was an amazing four years. I studied veterinary technology and it was the best times of my life.  I thought that once I was finished I would prove to my parents that I can have a great career and support myself without them. That didn’t happen.

I never thought in a million years that I would be living in the forest, scavenging my own food and water and crouching over a dead zombie, that I just killed. But here I am doing exactly that.

“What did I do to deserve this? Something, something to inspire me to keep going.” I said to myself.

“I don’t know? What did you do to deserve this?”

I whipped my head around to the source of the voice. Standing a couple feet behind me stood an Asian guy with his arms crossed. Gun in hand.

“Ummm, maybe because I…I don’t know, slacked off in school.” I said. I stood up and whipped the dirt of my hands and pants.

“What are you doing out here?” The guy asked.

“What do you think I’m doing, looking for the Easter bunny?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were. Talking to yourself, now Easter bunnies? You could pull off crazy.” He said with a smirk.

“Haha, do you need something?” I asked. I bent over to pick up my bag and slowly backed away.

“No, I was just out hunting. Saw you, don’t you have a group or something or are you alone?” He asked curiously.

“Umm, alone, lost my group couple weeks ago. “I said. Thanks for bringing that up.

”Oh, I’m sorry.” He said.

 He started looking around, touching his face.

“Umm, I have a group. I think they may let you stay, if you want, and if you deserve it.”

I thought about it for a moment. Can I trust this guy, enough to follow him back to his group? It would be nice to have someone to talk to, other than myself. They may have food, even though I don’t like to take things that aren’t mine.

“Are they nice?” I asked.

“Yah, they’re all pretty good people.” He smiled.

“Ok than, take me to your leader.” I said. Realizing I just quoted a movie line. Then releasing that I can’t remember what movie; Man, I’ve been out here too long.

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We have been walking now for about 20 minutes when I realized I didn’t even know the guy’s name.

 “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Glenn, you?”

“Macy” And that was the only conversation we had.

We walked for another good 10 minutes when I released we were walking towards a prison with high gates, which was I guess comforting to see. If you want to stay in; not getting out though.

When we got in sight, I heard some shouting from the watch tower and the giant gate was pulled back so we can enter. Wow this place was well protected.

We stood there while the rest of the group came out. There were about 4 of them standing in front of me. 3 males, 1 females.

“Guys, this is Macy. Found her talking to herself in the woods.” He said pointing back.

I looked at him with wide eyes. I did not want this group to think I was crazy before I even met them.

One of the guy’s looked at me and smirked.

“Macy, I’m Rick.” He nodded.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled.

“So I’m assuming that Glenn brought you here for a reason?” He asked

“Yah, he said that I could maybe stay, if I deserve it?”  I sounded like a little girl saying that, which was embarrassing.

Rick laughed a bit. He seemed to be thinking about this decision. Maybe wondering if I was a good enough person.

“How long were you out there?” Rick asked.

“I was with a group of friends for at least a year, traveling from here to there.  I lost them all a few weeks ago. We were attacked by a group of walkers one night a couple miles back.”

“Sorry to hear that? How many were you?”

“We started off with 6, lost 2 in the first 2 months, lost another maybe 3 months ago, and then 2 a few weeks ago. So I’m the only one left.”

“Wow, sorry to hear that.” Glenn said next to me. I saw the girl with the blond hair nod in agreement.

“Did ya shot ‘em?” A guy asked. He had a buzz cut and was in a police uniform.

Rick looked over at him as a warning. That was nice to see.

“Yah, I did.” I said looking straight into his eyes.

“Good, we don’t need more walkers around here.” He said.

There was an awkward but tensed air around us all now. Rick took a breath,

“Yah, I guess if you need a place to stay for a while then this would be the best place.” He said. When he said I was so relieved. I was afraid he would send me back.

“Ok, thank you. It would be great.” I exclaimed.

“Oh, this is Andrea, Shane, and Daryl.” He introduced me to the group. Andrea looked like a tough girl that can handle things by herself. Shane, don’t care what he looked like since he made such a great first impression. Daryl looked kind of scary. With his hair and bow in hand. Mental note, stay away from him.

“Hi,” I said.

“Ok, why don’t we go inside? I’ll introduce you to the rest of the group.” Rick said.

We all turned and walked toward the door.

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